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Behold me two gifts Star morning. One for my birthday, the other because if ... because I'm worth, jajajajajaja .... not tell me that the shirt is not cool. Encantaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa me ....

And this is a totally sweet box made by him which hands you child! and not only this;)

And here you have it inside although there is not a hottie. Bueniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisimos, but of all the most good was it was you, yum yum yum ...

And that day did not let me thank you, I give you here. Thank you very much Morning Star.

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THE TALE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS (SECOND AND FINAL PART)

So the days passed and those eyes, those hints and game that was becoming more "dangerous." The holidays came and the people working but not logically kept going to the restaurant every day during the four-lasting. On this occasion, besides going to lunch so did at night. So I worked more hours than normal, rested a bit in the afternoon and returned to work late into the night. All the "vibes" between us grew more. Night, me behind the bar as he took the odd Cubata ... the situation invited very much what he ended up happening.
was the penultimate night of partying and there he was again on the other side of the bar. He invited me to a cup and let me invite me, seduce ...
It's time to close, the bar was practically empty. I went out for one of the shutters down and suddenly I do not know how it happened, I was leaning against the wall with her lips on mine. I guess the alcohol had something to do because I tell you, I remember very well how to get to that, but what I do remember is the way you kiss me, impossible to forget. I did not get home until well into the day. A magical night that I felt like a princess, because that was how I was feeling well that night as the two months I was dating him. There was so much magic .....
He kept repeating that I wanted, it was haunted but I ... I do not know, more than love I think mine was fascination, desire ... I was very flattered, very attracted to him but nothing more. He even propose
go and live together. I offered it all ... that was crazy ... but in the end decided not to pursue it. As I said before that I felt was not love or at least I thought at the time. He said he understood, he respected my decision but it broke my heart. And a while later I su país.
Aunque simplemente pertenece a mi pasado jamás he podido olvidar sus ojos, su mirada... ni aquella história, corta pero intensa, tan mágica como "Un cuento de las mil y una noches".





No lo puedo evitar, es escuchar esta cación y acordarme de todo aquello. No es que pasara así exactamente pero si me lo recuerda bastante. Además que este tema sonaba mucho por aquella época.

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THE TALE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS (PART)

O más bien "Mi cuento de las mil y una noches particular". La história con aquel chico árabe que mencionaba al final del post anterior.
Como ya comenté él era albañil y trabajaba en una obra a escasos metros the restaurant where I worked. I remember the first time I saw him and it caught my attention. He was very handsome, with the typical features of the Arabs, beautiful black eyes ... disturbing and captivating at the same time.
was going to eat each day to the restaurant with other colleagues and from the first moment I saw how I looked, those black eyes never left me, sometimes I could feel it behind me. But do not bother me, but sometimes could feel his eyes undressing me, on the contrary, I felt rather flattered.
In the restaurant had hung a blackboard with the menu and I just had to go through the tables and take note what the customers wanted to eat and then serve. When I went to, he always repeated the same scene:
- What do you want first?
- I do not know ..... What's up?
- You got on the board.
And without taking his eyes from mine I answered:
- I prefer to tell you, I'd like to hear your voice.
As I said this was repeated every day. At first this bothered me a little time (the whole restaurant was crowded and no further than their peers in the same table), but eventually even I liked that kind of game. I read all kinds of compliments but never was rude. One day I even invited for dinner but I declined. I do not know ..... that seemed a bit strong and you have to take into account that in those time I was with my ex, only that we left for a while for problems that are irrelevant now, but I have to admit I was tempted, tempted me and how.